-4* Sunday  #  School, 

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Over  vale  and  mountain, 

Desert  waste  and  wild ; 
Spread  abroad  the  tidings, 

Of  the  Holy  Child, 
Glory  in  the  highest ! 

Loud  the  chorus  swells, 
Born,  the  world's  Messiah, 

Ring  the  Christmas  bells. 

CHORUS. 

Lowly  in  a  manger, 

Peace  on  earth  to  bring  ; 
Savior  of  the  world  He  came, 

A  mighty  King  ! 
Glory  in  the  highest  ! 

Loud  the  chorus  swells, 
Born  the  world  I  Messiah, 

Ring  the  Chrismas  bells. 

Tell  again  the  story, 

How  the  men  of  old, 
Saw  a  shining  token, 

Startling  to  behold  ! 
How  with  eager  footsteps, 

Journeyed  they  afar, 
Till  o'er  lowly  Bethlehem, 

Stood  the  guiding  star. 

Like  the  eastern  Magi, 

Let  us  homage  pay  ! 
And  with  loud  hosannas, 

Praise  the  Lord  to  day  ! 
Let  the  cheery  voices, 

Roll  like  ocean  swells, 
And  with  jubilation, 

Ring  the  Christmas  bells. 

Bright  star  of  Bethlehem  lead  us, 

On  thro'  the  night  while  we  sing, 
Guide  us,  oh  !  lead  us  to  Jesus, 

Saviour,  Redeemer,  and  King, 
Hark  !  the  sweet  anthem  descending, 

Bursts  o'er  the  earth  from  above, 
Voices  in  melody  blending, 

Telling  the  story  of  love. 


Christ  the  anointed  is  born, 

Good  will  and  peace  on  the  earth, 
Man  now  re-echo's  the  song, 

Welcomes  the  day  of  His  birth. 
Down  thro'  the  portals  of  heaven, 

Cherubic  songsters  descend, 
Bringing  to  earth  it's  sweet  leaven, 

Blessings  and  peace  unto  men. 

Christmas  !  sweet  day  full  of  cheer, 

Day  of  the  Holy  One's  birth, 
Memories  of  Thee  ever  dear, 

Bless  and  make  holy  the  earth, 
Glad  Hallelujah's  we'll  raise, 

Anthems  of  song  shall  ascend, 
Upward  to  heaven  in  sweet  praise, 

Voicing  the  joyous  ''Amen." 

O,  blessed  song  of  the  Christmas  Day, 

Song  of  hope  and  cheer, 

Sweeter  every  year, 

Since  the  bands  of  light, 

Charmed  the  list'ning  night, 

With  their  glad,  exultant  lay. 

CHORUS. 

Glory,  glory  be  to  God  ! 
Glory,  glory  be  to  God  ! 
Now,  with  music  sweet, 
Heaven's  joy  repeat, 
Spread  the  saving  news  abroad. 

O,  blessed  song  of  the  Christmas  morn, 

Let  its  echo  ring, 

Where  the  shadows  cling, 

Till  the  sky  is  bright, 

With  the  sunrise  light, 

For  the  Prince  of  Peace  is  born. 

O,  blessed  song  of  the  Christmas  tide, 

Learn  its  chimes  of  peace, 

Till  all  discord  cease  ; 

Till  our  notes  of  love, 

Meet  the  song  above ; 

Let  the  Lord  be  magnified. 


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